Below the hill lay a meat-grinder hell constructed of pure madness.
Chainswords tore through the power armor of comrades, emitting teeth-gritting metallic shrieks. The howls of despair and roars of fury blended together, forming a terrifying wave of sound capable of shattering a mortal's sanity.
Every second, warriors of the Blood Angels fell amidst the infernal flames of the "Black Rage," only to be trampled into blurred flesh by the brothers advancing behind them.
Above the hill, however, there was a starkly different, almost sacred silence.
Leticia and her party silently overlooked this battlefield constructed from ten thousand years of sorrow, the warm atmosphere cutting off two worlds from the bloody hell below.
Sanguinia gazed at those offspring slaughtering each other in madness. In those sky-blue eyes that should have reflected heaven, there now flowed irrepressible compassion and visceral pain.
That was the root of the ten thousand years of agony she endured when she was Sanguinius.
It was the crimson nightmare she could never escape for eternity.
But now, she felt it—the power to end all of this was awakening in the palm of her hand.
"Go."
Leticia's voice resonated in her ear, as soft as a feather, yet carrying a weight that shook the soul.
"Let them wake up from this ten-thousand-year nightmare."
Sanguinia's tall figure trembled almost imperceptibly.
She instinctively lowered her eyes, looking at her own flawless hands, unstained by a speck of dust, and a trace of hesitation appeared on her holy, immaculate face.
"Can I... really do it?"
The feeling of powerlessness from ten thousand years, even after gaining a new life, still left a faint shadow in the depths of her soul.
She feared that this new power might be another form of an unpredictable curse.
Just then, a small, warm hand tightly grasped her cold fingertips.
Terrania tilted her small face up, gazing at her with utmost seriousness using her golden eyes, which were pure and devoid of any impurities.
"Go, Sister Sanguinia."
The little girl's voice was crisp and tender, yet carried a majesty and decisiveness belonging to a monarch that belied her age.
"Let them feel your warmth too."
Terrania squeezed her hand and declared, word for word.
"This is my command."
Boom!
The direct decree from "Her Majesty," like a thunderbolt of creation splitting chaos, instantly shattered the last remnant of hesitation in Sanguinia's heart.
Confusion and hesitation vanished into thin air in that moment.
In their place was the supreme glory and determination to execute the will of the monarch!
"Yes, my monarch."
Sanguinia turned to Terrania, a smile blooming on her face that could melt the stars, filled with happiness and pure ecstasy.
She took a deep breath, her chest filled with newfound courage.
The next second, the pair of enormous, snow-white wings on her back unfurled with a boom in the silence, whipping up a sacred current of air!
Her whole being transformed into a brilliant stream of golden light, tearing through the gloomy sky and soaring upwards!
She did not fly toward the distant starry sky, but hovered directly above the entire bloody battlefield, like a newly born sun.
She spread her arms, as if to embrace all the suffering souls below.
At that moment, she was no longer Sanguinia.
She was Hope itself, warm and capable of dispelling all gloom and curses!
"My children..."
A gentle, compassionate voice, filled with maternal radiance, did not propagate through the air, but instead transformed into the purest divine link, imprinted with absolute clarity in the deepest depths of every Blood Angels' soul below.
That voice was like a key, instantly unlocking the chambers of their hearts that had been imprisoned by the "Black Rage" for ten thousand years.
"Wake up!"
The moment the words fell!
From Sanguinia's body, an endless, brilliant rain of light, like golden stardust, erupted!
Within that rain of light, mixed with the power of [Vitality] in emerald green and the power of [Divine Charm] in pink-purple, carrying the will of purification and the laws of reshaping, it poured down onto the entire battlefield, gentle yet domineering!
This was a downpour of Hope!
Wherever the rain of light touched, those hideous demons constructed from the power of Khorne, without even time to scream, instantly evaporated and turned into nothingness, like snow under the scorching sun!
And those Blood Angels who had fallen into madness, the moment they touched the rain of light, their bodies stiffened violently.
They stopped all actions of slaughtering each other.
The painful, twisted expressions on their faces, as if stroked by a gentle palm, quickly became calm and peaceful.
The Chainswords and Bolters in their hands slid powerlessly, hitting the corpses and emitting a dull clatter.
Following that, a miracle descended.
Bathed in the endless golden rain of light, their burly and robust bodies began to be reshaped by a gentle power!
The hard muscle lines became soft and slender, yet filled with astonishing explosive power.
The broad shoulders narrowed slightly, outlining perfect curves.
The originally rugged facial features, under the meticulous carving of the power of [Divine Charm], became imposingly heroic, possessing both the tenacity of a warrior and the gentleness of a female.
Their Adam's apples receded, and the armor on their chests slowly swelled, outlining full and proud curves.
A brand new set of golden power armor, more ornate in style and perfectly fitting their newborn bodies, automatically generated within the light, covering them like flowing holy light.
It was only a matter of a few breaths.
Tens of thousands of male Space Marines, tortured by the "Black Rage" for ten thousand years, vanished.
In their place was a legion composed of tens of thousands of tall, long-legged, heroic, and stunningly beautiful female warriors wearing golden battle armor...
The Sanguine Valkyries legion!
They slowly opened their eyes.
The eyes that were once filled with madness and blood were now incredibly clear, reflecting the golden figure in the sky.
Their souls were trembling.
Their bloodlines were cheering.
The "Red Thirst" that once drove them to destroy everything had now transformed into the purest and most fervent... adoration and longing for the goddess before them!
"Mother..."
It was unknown who was the first to utter this title with a trembling, tearful voice.
The next second.
Shouts filled with fanaticism and joy, like a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring storm, resounded throughout the entire Signus system!
"Mother!!"
"Mother!!!"
Tens of thousands of Sanguine Valkyries, with movements in perfect unison, knelt on one knee.
They slammed their right fists heavily against their breastplates, emitting a thunderous sound, and offered their eternal, undying, and most fanatical loyalty to the goddess in the sky who had bestowed them with new life!
On the hill, Fogremia and Angronia watched this magnificent scene that could be called creation, their eyes filled with indescribable shock.
"Ding! Historical Slice [Signus's Lament] Purification: 100%!"
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining massive Warband Points! Settling..."
The cold system voice sounded in Leticia's mind.
She looked at the legion below, whose art style had completely changed and was absurdly gorgeous due to Feminization, and watched their fanatical, soul-deep adoration for Sanguinia, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.
She gently patted Terrania's head beside her, her voice filled with joy.
"Mission accomplished, preparing to return."
"Our home is going to have new members again."
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